Мантра покоя наедине с собой

These times I fall, the night begins. The sunrise breaks and burns. When all the things get told, And everyone begins. With different times before, With open nights before. And no, it's not too much, But time is growing slow. This is the summer, somewhere, See. Nothing is nothing left to be. All the time is passing by, And the stars don't fade or bite. There's no windows on my skin, But this is all I see. No more waiting for sunlight, Just want to make it free. And it's not the empty grow, But something that beneath us know. No more fears behind the grin, Just focus softer line. This is the dark inside of wrong. Not the pain, no wrong, no cold. This is the truth between the suns. That's where the journey beaten once. When life begun, And I will leave With nothing in between. The storms are fall, The night begins. The summer's breathe and burn begins. The stars are fall, the night begins.